Пёрселл Генри - Nymphs and Shepherds come away - текст песни (слова)

Nymphs and Shepherds come away, 
 In the Groves let's sport and play,
 For this, this is Floras Holy day.
 Sacred to ease and happy Love, 
 to Dancing, to Musick, and to Poetry:
 Your Flocks may now securely rove,
 whilst you express your Jollity.